The culture lies under the broken glass
The lens zooms in on the distant past
You think that it all starts with you
Begins and ends with what you do
The truth lies on the window sill
Blows in and out and leaves a chill
All your science and all your words praise them now
The perfect crime in the perfect storm
Left four cold hands and a barrel warm
The tableaux framed to show true love
Dramatically shot from above
But best laid plans may go awry
With mice and men both left to die
All your science and all your words where are they now?